I can’t tell you how many times I am out in the world and something interesting catches my eye. I can tell you, however, that most of those times I simply go about my way, never once slowing down to have a good look at whatever eye-candy I’ve happened upon.
Why is this? Why do we rush about as if our very lives depend on it? Speaking for myself, there certainly have been a couple of instances where my life (or that of another) did depend on expediency. But those occurrences have been few and far between (thank the gods). The rest of the time? I’m just rushing. No explanation. No reason.
Last week while doing The Great L.A. Walk, my buddy Aniela pointed out to me that I walk fast. And she’s right. I do. If exercise is the point, that’s a good thing. But I swear – I struggle to mosey, y’all. Taking a leisurely stroll for no reason other than to stretch one’s legs and look around is downright difficult for me. And that’s a shame. Because there’s a lot to see in the world. There’s a lot to take in. And sometimes the smallest detail warrants slowing down, if only for a moment, to get a really good look at life.
Let’s face it. Life is so worth seeing.